you sit atop a table after a lengthy fight and lean your head back in exhaustion.

you’re a bloody mess, blood trickles down from your nose and stains your teeth. huge bruises pool everywhere on your face and the sides of your body.

Then enters one of your teammates. He comes over. He looks worried, but tries to pretend he isn’t by scolding you first.

“that was a dumb move. You didn’t have to start shit with some random idiots.” he furrows his eyebrows as he moves in front of you.